the anger boils inside me,
fury crawls beneath my skin:
as i think,
of how after all that invested time;
that he could disappear without a trace,
without a goodbye,
without that last sinful kiss.
that night, i was his, and he was mine.
now there's nothing left but space and time.

there's no more tomorrows,
no more "i'll miss you while you're gone."
there's silence when there should be laughter,
there's crumpled letters and tearstained photos where love once was.
faded,
masked,
and wounded,
i look around for you still.
and find you here burried in these words, that i can't seem to throw
away.
you used to be my everything.
growing louder are the screams inside my head that tell me to turn and run,
but i refuse to hide...
i refuse to let you make me cry.

 
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